A/N I've already started on Chapter 10, but I am officially on vacation so I don't have as much time to write, so I'm not sure when it'll be up. I'm trying to get it done as fast as I can! It's going to be good though, I promise. It's the chapter we've all been waiting for! Hope you like this one, I had a lot of fun with it. Please review! Thanks!

Felicity was psyched to go to the car show on Saturday with Oliver and Tommy. She told herself it was because of the cars but she knew it was partially because of Oliver.

She didn't know what to wear that night. She had gone to a lot of shows in the last but not with Oliver.

She changed out of her work uniform into a tank top and shorts while she looked through her closet. Oliver was used to seeing her in floral dresses, because that was the mood she had been in lately, but there was a different side to her wardrobe too. The side that fit in with loving cars and rock music.

She had an assortment of leather jackets behind the brightly colored dresses. Normally she wore skinny jeans and a lacy tank top with her leather jackets but on occasion she wore a dress under her jacket. This was one of those occasions.

She pulled out a fitted red dress, one if the sexier dresses she owned, and a black leather jacket. She looked at her shoes, arguing with herself that heels weren't practical for a night out with the boys, but maybe flats were okay. She matched that with her signature high ponytail and flashy red lipstick. She just hoped Oliver wouldn't care.

She met at the elevator, like they usually did. He was already there waiting when she opened her door. He was texting when she came out but as soon as she walked up he heard her.

"Holy sh..." He seemed to be at a loss for words.

"Does this look okay? Do you think its too-"

"No." He said maybe a little too quickly. "No it's great. Ready to go? Tommy said he would meet us there."

"Okay. Yeah let's go."

She felt his eyes on her all the way down to the car. She didn't mind, as long as he wasn't judging. She knew this wasn't what he was used to, but it wasn't like it wasn't her.

Before Kyle she had worn leather all the time. But he didn't approve of that part if her personality, so she stuck to bright colors. But now, with Oliver, she felt more at liberty to dress how she wanted to.

"So... What's up with the wardrobe change?" Oliver asked in the car. "Not that I don't like it, it just doesn't seem like you."

"Actually this is more me than the floral dresses and stuff, but I've been wearing floral since I met Kyle so..."

"He wouldn't let you wear that?"

"No. He didn't want me looking too sexy for anybody but him. But I feel like I should be able to wear whatever I want. It's not like the dress is too low, or too short, I'm not that kind of person, it's just not pink. He likes pink. He thinks it's safe. Girly. He doesn't like red or black at all. Normally I wear a combination of both. Floral or pink dress and a leather jacket. That's just my style."

"Well I think you look perfect. It totally goes with the tough car-loving chick you seem to be."

"Well good. That's what I was going for. I just didn't want it to be too risque."

"No, no you're good. You'll be the most beautiful girl there. I promise."

"You're just saying that."

"Maybe. But I mean it. You look really good. But not just tonight, every day. Poor Tommy has no idea what you look like. He's going to be shocked."

"If you say so." She said. "So how are you two friends?"

"We've been friends for as long as I can remember. He and I were in diapers together, we were in school together, we went to college together, and now we work together.

"Wow. So basically, when you're not with me, you're with him."

"Yeah I guess so." He laughed. "We used to be roommates too but he got his own place a few months ago."

"It's good that you have a friend like that."

"You never have?"

"I've had friends, and my coworkers are usually pretty nice. I have a sister too. We used to be really close. Not so much anymore I guess. Friends weren't really a priority of mine when I moved here. I just wanted to start over, I wasn't exactly looking to get involved with anything, or anybody."

"Well You must have changed your mind. I mean, you have me."

"I did change my mind." She said. About a lot of things actually, she thought. "I didn't expect it to be easier with friends. I thought it would make it more complicated. And maybe it does, but that doesn't mean I regret it. Without you, I'd be sitting at home reading a book or something. This is way better than that."

"I'm glad you think so. To be honest, doing stuff like this with Tommy isn't always that great. He doesn't care much for the cars, he just likes the girls. And the food."

"Well the cars are my favorite part, but I guess that's good too." She laughed along with him. Tommy sounded like a good friend for Oliver. And if he liked him, she would probably like him too.

Felicity looked really good in that outfit. She seemed so unsure of herself when she stepped out of her apartment, but it really does seem more like her than anything else he'd seen her in. It made her choice in music, and her love of cars make a little more sense.

He didn't like it because it was sexy, although it was, he liked it because it was her. It made sense. And she really would be the most beautiful girl there tonight, but she was wherever she went.

When they pulled into the parking lot her face immediately lit up. The music was already going strong, and the air smelled strongly of motor oil and French fries.

"I love that smell." She said. "It smells like Saturday night. Not because it's Saturday night right now but because this is how I used to spend Saturday nights. In a parking lot full of old cars with a bag of French fries and my dad's old records."

"That's how you spent your Saturday nights?"

"Some of them. The best one's."

"Do you fix up cars? I know it's not technical like computers and stuff, but it's got to be similar."

"I know the basics. But I wouldn't be able to fix a car like these. Do you know how?"

"I probably know about as much as you. I wish I knew more but my dad wasn't really into that kind of thing."

"Neither was mine. I snuck out and helped out at the auto shop not to far away. Well I tried to help. I mostly just watched. But I learned."

"That's good. There's Tommy."

To my was talking to Mr. Young, the owner of a 1965 Mustang. It was one of Tommy's favorites, and Mr. Young had become a good friend of theirs over the years.

"Oliver!" Tommy exclaimed. "Oh and Felicity! This is Felicity?"

"Tommy-" Oliver started. His friend had a tendency to say things he shouldn't.

"You are smoking." He said to her. "Gorgeous. You guys look so good together. I know, I know, "friends", but between you and me," He pulled Felicity close. "You two are terrible at being friends."

"Tommy, I think you should stop." Oliver said.

"Oliver he's fine." She said quietly, touching his arm. It was light, but she had never done it before. "It's not like he's saying anything we don't already know."

He stared at her incredulously. What was that supposed to mean? Did it mean what he thought it meant? Was she finally starting to see?

"So Felicity, what's a girl like you doing at a place like this?" Tommy asked.

"Are you kidding? This is one of my favorite places in the world. Second to behind a computer."

"So a car girl and a smart girl. I like you." Felicity smiled. She seemed to like Tommy too. That was good. Oliver was kind of worried That Tommy would be too... outgoing, for Felicity. But that didn't seem to be the case. "Well I'm going to go grab some beers. Might take me a little while zoo you two..."

"Yeah, thanks Tommy." Oliver said. As soon as he walked away he said to Felicity. "I'm sorry about him. Sometimes he's- "

"No, he's fine. I've been meaning to talk to you anyway."

"About what?"

"Well I just-"

"Oliver?" It was a voice he knew all too well. It was Laurel, his ex-girlfriends. She was going to ruin everything. Felicity was so close to admitting that she didn't want to be friends anymore, at least that's what he thought, but she might not now.

"Laurel, hi." He groaned inside. Tommy and Laurel we're still friends, so if he could direct her to Tommy before she said too much, Felicity might still finish her sentence.

"How've you been? It's been a long time since I've seen you anywhere. You haven't been throwing as many parties lately." She said. Laurel was as bad as Tommy when it comes to patties. She loved them, would go to them every day if useful me.

"Well I've been trying." Oliver said.

"Who's this? She looked at Felicity, a look of jealousy on her race. "I thought out usually came to these things with Tommy."

"This is Felicity." He said careful not to add any label. Neighbor, friend, possible girlfriend, at the moment it didn't matter. "Felicity this is Laurel, my ex-girlfriend."

"Hi." Felicity was,clearly uncomfortable with the wholesale situation. She would probably be more comfortable talking to a car than talking to Laurel. "Tommy's here too."

"He went to get beers." Oliver added. "Why don't you go wait with him? I feel bad we're not."

"Yeah sure. I'll see you later?"

"Sure." Oliver nodded, thankful she was already leaving. "I'm sorry." He said turning to Felicity. "I didn't know she would be here."

"It's okay. I know how exes are."

"So about what you were saying-"

"Forget about it." She said. "It's not important."

"Felicity yes it is." He grabbed her shoulders. She tensed, but she didn't pull away. "Yes it is."

"No, Oliver, it's not. Forget I said anything. Please."

"Okay." He didn't want to forget about it though. He wanted to help her. Whatever she wanted to say, she should say it. But he wasn't going to push her. He would just have to wait.